Lunch Table Freestyles Lyrics

They wanna know how I started rapping

Lunch table freestyles, it's mad

Bro spit a bar, then I spit two

Pass it to my guy, just don't be whack

And we don't stop until we run out of rhymes

If you mess it up, then you hold neck slaps

Never thought I'd be making tracks

Year seven me never thought I'd be putting LC on the map

Always wanted to hoop, didn't think about rap

But I know I'm trying to get my bread up

I'm a hustler I was born like that

Whenever it rain, got to keep my head up

I know that the sun's going to come right back

Don't compare me to guys in my year

They ain't from my cloth

They don't grind like that

Eleven years old, I started rapping

But I'm still a beginner

I'm trying to bring like a hundred bags in

You bag girls, that's a whole different action

I'm trying to gain transactions

You want game for girls' attraction

Consequences are made from your actions

TBoogz different, he never try match them

But true say, I always feel like I never fit in so I roll with it

I finally found my passion

It's been a long time, so there ain't no folding it

And I can't open up to no one

So the writing helps me cope with it

Them man sour because I got dough, that's bread

I'm trying to get that loaf, innit

They wanna know how I started rapping

Lunch table freestyles, it's mad

Bro spit a bar, then I spit two

Pass it to my guy, just don't be whack

And we don't stop until we run out of rhymes

If you mess it up, then you hold neck slaps

Never thought I'd be making tracks

Year seven me never thought I'd be putting LC on the map

Always wanted to hoop, didn't think about rap

But I know I'm trying to get my bread up

I'm a hustler I was born like that

Whenever it rain, got to keep my head up

I know that the sun's going to come right back

Don't compare me to guys in my year

They ain't from my cloth

They don't grind like that

They ain't got my work rate

Twenty-second December, my birthday

We'll celebrate, but it still is a work-day

I'm always there for my people

When I need them, they ain't there like a first date

They ain't real like mermaids

I know haters are going to need first-aid

Because when I blow, I might just cause an earthquake

Remember them times we had

We sat down on our table

Couple man try jump in on our raps

Huh, and they'd always be whack

Teachers always on our backs

Try ruin it, skip them like ads

Those were the times that life was simple

Now randoms just trying to act bad